tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post6285989846636927176..comments2024-03-27T03:19:11.216-04:00Comments on Assistant Village Idiot: Hymns Get Ridiculously Complicated – 16th-18th CenturyAssistant Village Idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01978011985085795099noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post-82509659457326225462007-03-12T16:49:00.000-04:002007-03-12T16:49:00.000-04:00Come, Thou font of every blessing,Tune my soul to ...Come, Thou font of every blessing,<BR/>Tune my soul to sing thy grace<BR/>Strains of mercy, never ceasing,<BR/>Call for songs of loudest praise.<BR/><BR/>Teach me some melodious sonnet,<BR/>Sung by flaming tongues above,<BR/>Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it,<BR/>Mount of thy redeeming love.<BR/><BR/>Here I raise my Ebeneezer,<BR/>Hither by thy help I've come,<BR/>And I hope by Thy good pleasure,<BR/>Safely to arrive at home.<BR/><BR/>O, to grace, how great a debtor,<BR/>Lately I'm constrained to be,<BR/>May Thy goodness, like a fetter, <BR/>Bind my wandering heart to Thee.<BR/><BR/>Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,<BR/>Prone to leave the God I love,<BR/>Here's my heart, O take and seal it,<BR/>Seal it for Thy courts above.<BR/><BR/>They just don't write them like that anymore...dicentra63https://www.blogger.com/profile/18265008441951516140noreply@blogger.com